Martin casts a sideways glance at her when she answers, her tone softening, her expression seeming a bit distant. This has happened to her. Odds are good it's happened to just about everyone here at least once. He's not sure if he feels grateful for the understanding, or like a bit of an arse for bringing it up like it was a special problem unique to him.

"Yeah," he agrees after a moment, looking back down at his feet as they walk. He nods to acknowledge her sympathy, quiet for a few moments, caught between wanting to change the subject and wanting to find a way to ask more, to get to know her better.

"Suppose it's pretty common around here," he hedges in the end. "Maybe I should just count myself lucky it's only happened just the once."

That tastes bitter on his tongue, though, and he grimaces at once. It's horrible to think of Harry that way, like there's any fortune in losing one friend to a miserable, lonely death when it could have been two or three or a dozen. As though it's a concern of quantity alone.

And it's especially horrible if it has in fact happened to Jyn more than once.

"Sorry, that's..." He struggles with how to amend it before finally letting out a heavy exhale and shrugging. "It never gets easier, I expect."